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The Sultry Sexy Sorority Girl
A Beautiful Indian Summer Night With Myesha
It’s a beautiful Indian summer night. I take her hand; she grabs her shoes. She’s walking barefoot. I take off my loafers. We walked hand-in-hand, holding our shoes.
The stars are lighting up the sky. I point out the big and little dipper to my love, then without warning I look at her and say,
“Tag, you’re it.”
I take off; she takes off seconds later. As I’m running, I dropped one of my size 13 loafers. She scooped it up without breaking stride.
I get to the sidewalk first. She makes it seconds later. I turn and grab her. She screams. We’re both breathing hard. She points and says, “the end unit.”
We get to the apartment door. Myesha is having trouble with the lock.
“Sweetie, you can’t find the hole. You need me to put it in.”
“I almost got it beautiful.”
“I’m gonna get you for that.”
I tickle her sides; she screams with laughter. The door opens and we fall onto the living room floor. Her roommate is there watching a movie and is none too happy with the disturbance.
Myesha and I get off the living room floor and try to compose ourselves. She introduces us.
